Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Enchanted, sir.

"Why sir, going with the pink in the privileged and pampered package is simply a matter of personal choice.  There are no guarantees that you will achieve --"

"Well hold on a minute there, are you saying that you doubt the effectiveness?"

"Of course not, sir!  We stand by the quality and consistency of our services, sir!  Its just that what you are suggesting is that your decision will 100% ensure that --"

"I would like to think my decisions are sound enough to get me what I intend?  Otherwise what would be the point of me thinking at all?"

It was clear to Pickney.  To seek this package, he must be elusive and provocative; sensual and penitent at the same moment.

"Absolutely, sir.  You are correct, we will guarantee that the pink option in the privileged and pampered package will leave your cuticles feeling oh so fresh and your toes begging for more scrubbing.  May I refill your champagne, sir?"

Pick your battles, he thought, sir.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Vieux Montreal

All the glory of a pillar,
ambient lights, 
soothing down-tones,
brisk, cold air beyond glass.

Classics through blackened, 
punked out, vicious voices,
threatening to break through windows,
shatter and shower upon those below,
who waft thick, foggy air upwards, 
reaching for the rafters.

A little procrastination before
the cold trod, homeward bound,
to the alarm clock blink.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

(Better to leave sleeping to humans and philosophy to dogs)

There are always more barriers to cross.
But will they be known, that is unknown.

Being stubborn, though, is one.
Being hopeful is another.


Saturday, November 3, 2012

doubt

Have I ever seen a hard day in my life?
The logical side says, what is a hard day;
The other side says, true.

 Its the way we speak we must watch.
Perhaps we have seen a hard day or two,
Perhaps our intentions aren’t all that bad after all,
And its true that different people show these things in
 Different ways.

 What adds to the fear is a lack of certainty.
Am I doing enough?
 Am I doing what I say I am doing?
Will I get to where I am headed?

 And while we have our internal regulator for these things, It seems the external ones (the people whose opinions we respect)
Can quickly destroy whatever roadmap we thought we had.
 Perhaps a balance is what we need to know our roadmap Satisfies the tests of validity.
 But it seems guilt is a motivator.

How to figure out the boundaries of selfishness is the problem.
 Is this innate, and if so, it is very fragile because of how we look to others.
 Even our internal regulator seems to be determined through interactions externally.
Our portrait in the manor is already tainted if it hangs there;
But yet our portrait is what we rely on most.
I am sick of doubt.

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Ahh yes...Cuban 'B'.


Samson: I'm gonna take your little Mexican friend here and I'm gonna kill him.
Scarface: I'm Cuban, b!
Samson: Yes, Cuban B!